They had an expert physiognomist there, and he swore that the fellow had the face of a murderer; the poor devil looked like a criminal--and, though he had one of the best lawyers on the Coast, it was adios for him." "I s'pose you mean I got the face of a criminal!" sputtered Happy Jack.
"It ain't always the purty fellers that wins out--like you 'n' Pink.

I never seen the purty man yit that was worth the powder it'd take to blow him up! Aw, you fellers make me sick!" He went off, muttering his opinion of them all, and particularly of the Native Son, who smiled while he listened.

"You go awn and start something--and you'll wisht you hadn't," they heard him croak from the big gate, and chuckled over his wrath.
As a matter of fact, the Happy Family, as a whole, or as individuals, had no intention of committing any great violence that evening.

Pink wanted to see just where this new band of sheep was spending the night, and to find out, if possible, what were the herders' intentions.

Since the boys were all restless under their worry, and, since there is a contagious element in seeking a trouble-zone, none save Happy Jack, who was "sore" at them, and Weary stayed behind in the coulee with old Patsy while the others rode away up the grade and out toward Antelope coulee beyond.
They meant only to reconnoiter, and to warn the herders against attempting to cross Flying U coulee; though they were not exactly sure that they would be perfectly polite, or that they would confine themselves rigidly to the language they were wont to employ at dances.
Andy Green, in particular, seemed rather to look forward with pleasure to the meeting.